Asking about longevity

This idea, inspired by the words of ink paintings and deepened by spiritual thoughts, was deeply imprinted in Master She's heart.

Master She's eyes were blank for a moment.

There seems to be something growing in my heart...

And Mo Hua didn't even realize that when he spoke just now, he had unconsciously used a little bit of the method of "seeking demons from the Taoist heart".

It's just that this kind of demon-seeking in the heart of the Tao is still very superficial, and it's not really like a trickster who plants "devil thoughts" in the hearts of others.

But just using words to shake other people's Taoist hearts will, to a certain extent, plant a "seed" of distorted cognition in the hearts of others.

This is a complex and obscure method of spiritual thought.

I couldn't do ink painting in the past.

But now that a large amount of divine marrow has been swallowed, the divine consciousness has further changed qualitatively, and divinity and humanity have merged into the Taoist heart.

I can already use ink painting almost instinctively to use some spiritual thoughts techniques that I have seen before but have no idea where to learn them.

For example, this kind of "demon in the heart of Taoism" without demonic thoughts...

"I'm a traitor."

Master She's eyes were dazed for a moment, and his pupils were out of focus. After a moment, they returned to normal. He just silently remembered these words in his heart and believed them deeply.

"I'm already a traitor."

"I betrayed the Lord of God."

"We can't let the Lord of God know."

"You can't tell this little King of Hell... Otherwise, the Lord of God will know about me 'leading the wolf into the house'..."

Yes, this "Little King of Hell" is right.

No matter whether you do it intentionally or unintentionally, deliberately or accidentally, you are the "leading party" who leads the tiger into the forest.

For those who lead the way, death is not a pity.

The Lord of God will not reason with himself or listen to his own explanations.

Once the God Lord knows about it, he will definitely face a punishment more terrible than death.

Master She himself figured everything out and straightened it out.

Keeping secrets for this little King of Hell is saving your own life!

"Understood?" Mo Hua asked.

Master She's face was pale and his voice was hoarse, but he said firmly:

"Understood!"

Mo Hua is very satisfied.

This Master She is quite sensible, and there may be other causes and effects on him, so we can spare his life for the time being.

As long as he keeps his mouth shut.

Then Mo Hua was about to get up and leave, but suddenly remembered another thing and said to Master She, "Give me the Shinto formation."

Master She was shocked.

Mo Hua's eyes were sharp, "It's on you."

There are many traces of Shinto formations inside and outside the fishing village.

And along the way, whether it is opening doors, opening altars, offering sacrifices, or falling into dreams, most of them are related to formation patterns, and these formation patterns are also in the hands of Master She.

Therefore, this Master She must not be a simple evil formation master.

He stayed in this fishing village. In addition to refining evil pills, he was probably also responsible for the maintenance and repair of evil formations and Shinto formations.

In this case, he probably has a complete set of Shinto formations in his hand.

Master She was stared at by Mo Hua and did not dare to hide it. He smiled bitterly and said:

"I really don't have this."

Mo Hua didn't believe it, "Then where did you learn your evil formations?"

Master She smashed the jar and no longer concealed it, but still said with a pious expression:

"These are all passed down to us by the Lord God through dreams. Whether we are good at studying or painting, we must borrow the great divine thoughts of the Lord God..."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to master these advanced formations on my own."

Mo Hua frowned.

Teaching in a dream?

Borrowing the painting formation?

Are these all the methods of the Great Wild Evil God?

Mo Hua glanced at Master She and found that he looked frightened. He probably wasn't telling lies, but Mo Hua still felt that there was a slight violation.

Shinto formations are formations that restrain gods.

Why is it taught by evil gods?

And don’t gods know how to form?

Borrowing evil thoughts, how exactly do you borrow them?

So, the Dragon Crossing the River was able to draw the bloody unblocking pattern at the mouth of the well because it borrowed some kind of "evil thought"?

"Borrowing evil thoughts..."

Mo Hua was full of thoughts for a while.

Master She looked at Mo Hua's contemplative look. He didn't know if he had thought of something else or had some bad idea. He felt a little frightened for no reason.

Fortunately, Mo Hua didn't ask anything in the end, and just said lightly, "Let's go."

Master She was relieved.

Everyone left the Heshen Temple and started walking back. Along the way, they found that the scene in the fishing village was different from when they came.

The depressing atmosphere was much lighter.

The smell of fish and blood is also gradually dissipating.

Many flesh-and-blood demons in the dojo suddenly lost their minds, as if their "souls" had been sucked out, and turned into groups of walking corpses, struggling almost instinctively in place.

The evil spirits in the blood-leech mire also shriveled up and died.

The quagmire became just an ordinary quagmire.

God uses things as his foundation.

But since "god" dies, the level of "things" will also slowly disappear.

The entire fishing village, or the entire "preaching ground" of the evil god, has begun to decline.

However, Mo Hua obviously didn't want to let go of this evil god's preaching ground.

When coming, you need to be careful.

But now, the nightmare has been shattered, the river god has collapsed, the river god has been beheaded, and the evil god's incarnation has also been "eaten".

In this fishing village, no one, no god, or even anything can pose a threat to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua became bolder and began to collect things like locusts crossing the border.

Anything weird is included.

There is no trace of the formation on the floor tiles, stone pillars, squares, and roads.

Even the land was turned over.

The Gu family monks, and even Master She, under the instructions of Mo Hua, began to dig the ground bit by bit, turning the fishing village upside down.

The formation patterns were discovered by Mo Hua, and they were noted down one by one, and finally they were pieced together into a complete formation.

In this way, Mo Hua used his own method and a fairly profound understanding of formations to initially restore a true Shinto formation that has formation patterns, formation hubs and formation eyes, and is self-contained!

The Gu family monks were filled with admiration. They felt that this young Master Mo was really pragmatic and eager to learn. He took advantage of every opportunity to concentrate on studying formations.

No wonder at such a young age, he is already a small formation master valued by Young Master Changhuai.

Only Master She looked in disbelief.

He knew that this was impossible.

How can the formation taught by the gods be so easy to restore...

This is not as simple as gathering together the formation pattern at all.

Before this, he had never seen any formation master capable of restoring formations in this way...

There must be a deeper knowledge of formation within this.

Master She was shocked.

This young master... his formation attainments may be much more terrifying than he thought before!

This is not only a spiritual monster, but also a real formation monster...

Master She was afraid and did not dare to have other ideas. His attitude was respectful and even a little humble.

A diagram of the array formation was restored, and Mo Hua was very happy.

The fishing village has also been almost plowed, and the ground even looks like it has been plowed, and there is no other good stuff left.

The ink painting is satisfying.

Everyone continued to return the same way, walked across the small bridge, and came to the big fishing house in Qiancun.

Several Gu family monks were stationed here, guarding Guo Jianglong and a few other men in black. Because they were far away, they were safe.

After the group met, they no longer hesitated, escorted the man in black, and walked directly outside the fishing village.

After walking for a while, they entered the dry shaft and found a deep pool in front of them. In the pool was the powerful water demon.

Some monks from the Gu family wanted to repeat their old trick and throw dead grouper fish into the pool.

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "No need."

When I came here, I was afraid of disturbing the grass, so I was pushed across the river by the water monster, and I even fell down.

Mo Hua felt a little grudgeful.

"I'll draw a formation to burn the water dry first, and then everyone will take action together to kill this water monster!"

A gentleman does not seek revenge overnight!

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then began to set up the formation.

He was not too showy, and used the method of controlling ink with his spiritual consciousness to set up the formation. He first used the formation plate to lay out a few earth fire formations, and then drew a few more fire formations on the bricks with his own pen.

Afterwards, the formation was activated, the fire filled the air, and the heat wave hit his face.

The water in the entire pool became scalding hot, the pool was scorching hot and boiling, and strong water vapor was rising.

After a while, a roar came from the bottom of the water.

The water demon soaked in the boiling water, struggled in the water, and roared, but its skin was rough and its flesh was thick, so the boiling water could not hurt it, but it could only temporarily put it in deep water and hot pain.

In less than half an hour, the water in the pond burned dry.

The ugly and ferocious water demon was lying on the bottom of the pool, glaring at everyone with its yellow-green eyes.

Mo Hua waved his hand, and a dozen Gu family monks immediately swarmed forward.

When they came, they were also chased by the water demon. There was also a colleague who had half of his leg eaten by the water demon. He was also simmering with fire in his stomach. At this time, he was not polite at all.

The water demon lost its water and its strength was greatly reduced.

The Gu family monks cooperated tacitly, and were very organized in attacking or defending. In just one stick of incense, they killed this second-grade peak water monster.

Gu An used the knife and cut open the water demon's abdomen.

There was a strong stench inside, and there were undigested human bones. It was obvious that it was accustomed to eating humans. It was unknown how many monks had been eaten at the bottom of the well.

Killing it can be regarded as getting rid of the harm.

Then, under Mo Hua's instructions, everyone in the Gu family endured the stench and "dismembered" the water monster.

They are not monster hunters, so they have to follow Mo Hua's instructions on how to extract materials.

Mo Hua was directing from the side, telling clearly where to cut, where to cut off the scales, where to remove the bones, and where to peel off the flesh.

This water monster had its flesh and blood stripped off, its bones removed to extract the elixir, and it died clearly.

After peeling off the materials, Gu An handed a light blue demon pill and a long white spine to Mo Hua.

"The second-grade peak water demon elixir is refined in an alchemy furnace and burns away the evil energy and odor. It can be used as medicine and is worth a lot of spiritual stones."

"This spine is also a good thing. It is full of water and has hard bones. It is the best material for refining spiritual swords."

Mo Hua was startled, "Refining a spirit sword?"

Gu An nodded.

They are not monster hunters and are not familiar with hunting monsters and extracting materials.

However, they were from the Gu family and worked in the Daoting Division, so they were relatively proficient in the understanding and use of monster materials.

"Spiritual swords require sword embryos, which usually use gold, stone, or demon bone as the base material. Gold and stone are easy to obtain, but good demon spines are rare."

"This water demon has peak strength of the second level. I don't know how long it has lived. Its spine is perfect for making a sword embryo."

Sword embryo?

Mo Hua's heart moved.

He also wants to be a swordsman, but he just doesn’t have the foundation of swordsmanship inheritance, his sword energy is not good, his spiritual stones are not rich, and his spiritual sword is not good either.

But now that I have learned the "Sword Transformation Style" of using my spiritual thoughts to transform swords, I have barely entered the door. In the future, I may become a half-hearted "sword cultivator" by becoming a monk.

What's more, the transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords is also based on swordsmanship.

A good spiritual sword is still needed.

only……

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An, "Don't you want these demon pills and demon bones?"

Gu An said very measuredly: "We are acting under orders. The Dao Tingsi will distribute salary and accounting merits. These extra properties should not be coveted."

"What's more, this operation relies entirely on the young master's agility, profound knowledge of formations, and good planning. This is what the young master deserves."

He praised his ink paintings to the point where he felt a little embarrassed.

However, he also knew in his heart that Gu An, Gu Quan, and these Gu family monks must be so polite to him because of Uncle Gu's face, and give him the benefits.

But these people are just children of ordinary aristocratic families.

The two brothers Gu An and Gu Quan should have a higher status in the Gu family, but they are probably not direct descendants.

For ordinary children of aristocratic families, it is quite hard to get some meritorious deeds, and it is probably not easy to earn some spiritual stones to practice on weekdays.

What's more, if something happens to me in the future, I will have to trouble these big brothers of the Gu family.

Mo Hua thought for a while and accepted the demon bone. "I will accept this demon spine. Maybe it can be used to refine the spirit sword in the future..."

"As for this demon pill, Brother An, just sell it. If you get the spirit stone, share it with everyone. It's also good to use it for practice or to have a drink."

Gu An was startled and wanted to refuse.

Mo Hua said decisively: "That's it."

Gu An was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, then cupped his hands and said:

"Then thank you so much, Mr. Mo."

The other Gu family monks all looked happy and saluted Mo Hua sincerely: "Thank you so much, Mr. Mo!"

The demon elixir of the second-grade peak water demon is quite valuable. If it is sold, everyone can get a lot of spiritual stones.

And Mo Hua guessed correctly.

Although the family is large, there are also many people who open their mouths to eat.

They, the children of ordinary families, had to use spiritual stones for daily food and clothing, socializing with Taoist friends, and practicing and learning, and they were not that wealthy.

Daotingsi's mission is dangerous and there are many rules. It is not easy to make some extra money.

A monk from the Gu family smiled and said, "Little Master Mo, if you have any instructions next time, just tell me."

Others also agreed: "Yes, we will spare no effort."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Hua smiled and nodded.

…

After that, everyone left the bottom of the well and returned to the fishing village.

The bottom of the well is dark, the sky is out of sight, and it is always gray, but it is daytime outside, the sun shines through, and everything in the fishing village is bright.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and inspected the situation in the fishing village.

The spiritual consciousness of the fishermen cultivators has recovered from the nightmare, and their expressions no longer appear confused and absent-minded occasionally, but most of them are pale and lack of energy.

This is what the depletion of spiritual consciousness looks like.

They believe in evil gods, and their spiritual consciousness has been devoured to a greater or lesser extent. Therefore, it is normal for their spiritual consciousness to be depleted. They can just rest normally for a period of time, and it should not be a serious problem.

Mo Hua scanned it and confirmed it again. No other problems were found, and he was completely relieved.

Yu Dahe carried the two children home, put them on the bed, fed them some Qingxin Pills and Huoluo Pills, and used spiritual power to clear their meridians.

After a while, the two children gradually woke up and shouted in a low voice:

"Dad, grandpa..."

Old Yutou couldn't help being happy, and he was even more grateful for the ink painting.

Yu Dahe took the two children and kowtowed to Mo Hua to thank him.

Mo Hua quickly stopped them.

"You are Welcome……"

Mo Hua smiled kindly, but when he turned his head, what he saw in his mind was startled, and his eyes became slightly serious.

There seems to be something wrong with the two children...

On the surface, the two children were the same as before, with no physical scars.

But their cheeks, hands and feet had a little pale white mark, which was very unusual.

Between breaths, the spiritual thoughts tremble, just like the gills of a fish.

It's just that ordinary monks can't see it at all.

Mo Hua frowned slightly and couldn't help but think of the scene in the nightmare where the two children were kneeling in front of the altar table and were assimilated by two special fish monsters, with gills growing on their cheeks and fins on their hands and feet.

It seems that even though they were rescued from the nightmare, these two children were still affected by the river god and experienced some unexpected changes.

I just don’t know if this change is good or bad.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, thought for a moment, and took out a few secret books from his storage bag.

A copy of "Bailang Jue" contains a copy of "Bailang Shenfa" and a copy of "The Art of Driving Water and Avoiding Demons".

This is the water inheritance that Mo Hua got from Jiang Long.

These inheritances, in Mo Hua's hands, are just a few ordinary exercises or techniques.

But for these fishing cultivators who were born in poverty and lived near the water, they can almost be regarded as top-notch monastic inheritance.

They rely on water to drink water, and this kind of water-based skills, body skills and magic to avoid evil are especially valuable.

"Take these secrets of the exercises and let the two children learn them carefully..." Mo Hua said.

Yu Dahe held these secret books, his hands trembling.

Old Yutou didn't know what to say. He looked excited and his eyes were red. He just kept saying gratefully:

"Thank you, young master, thank you..."

Mo Hua also told them, "It's best to learn secretly and don't reveal the skills. However, these water-repelling and demon-avoiding techniques are a kind of demon-hunting method to repel water monsters. They can be taught to other people in the village..."

"Yes, yes, we will all listen to you, young master!"

Old Yutou and his son nodded repeatedly, and thanked Mo Hua profusely.

The matter of the small fishing village came to an end for the time being.

Master She, the black-clothed man, and Guojianglong and his men will be escorted back to Daoting Division by Gu An and his men.

Mo Hua doesn't need to worry about such things.

He has done what he should do and has to go back to the sect to pick up "takeout".

But when they left the small fishing village and walked to the roadside, when they were about to separate, Mo Hua suddenly remembered what Master She said before:

"... In half a day, this furnace of pills will be refined. You can give it to the young master, and I will have completed my mission."

The refined pills... give them to the young master?

Mo Hua glanced at Master She and asked, "Who are you going to give the pills you made?"

Master She was startled and shook his head, "I don't know... I only know that it's for the 'Young Master'."

"But I only make pills and never meet the Young Master."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and his eyes swept over the others, and finally fell on Guo Jianglong.

Guo Jianglong looked calm, but his consciousness was very uneasy.

Mo Hua's eyes condensed slightly, and then asked, "Do you know... who the Young Master is?"

Guo Jianglong didn't dare to answer.

Mo Hua asked again, "Who will give these pills to the Young Master?"

Guo Jianglong's face trembled, and his fingers couldn't help shaking.

Mo Hua understood in his heart.

He glanced at Guo Jianglong, and then ordered lightly:

"Now, you should send the refined pills... to the 'Young Master'!"

Mo Hua wanted to know who this Young Master was...